Bellas' Bash
It's Saturday night in Transylvania Town
The midnight hour will soon roll around
I've beckoned my ghouls to the castle east
For our weekly night out and our people feast
Here comes Igor with Frankenstein
Hope they didn't bring Drac, he's no friend of mine
His jealousy is widely known
Doesn't dig my Mash, got a dance of his own
Alright, fellows, come on, let's split
Igor, don't leave those electrodes lit
Let's hurry on over to Dracula's pad
And see his new dance that's becoming a fad
Good evening, Count Dracula, sorry we're late
But Wolfman's tail got caught climbing your gate
We're all so excited since we heard your bash
Let's see this new dance that beats the Monster Mash
Alright, my children, go join in the fun
I think I'll have a drink with Drac and his son
I say there, boys, your drink's not like mine
Of course not, Boris, we don't drink wine
Enough of this drinking, let's see your new dance
Show me the steps, the motions and stance
First, you lock your wings close up tight
You flap them to the left, then you flap them to the right
Now hold on there, Bela, this dance isn't fair
Your dance move can only be done in midair
The average creature couldn't do it at all
We want no part of this bloodsucker's ball
Did you really believe by throwing this bash
Your dance would replace my Monster Mash?
Return to your graves, you devils with wings
This dance wouldn't make it with living things
You've got a lot of nerve
Oh well, I tried
Your gig will never be boss
We'll see, we'll see
Rots of ruck, fanghead
The midnight hour will soon roll around
I've beckoned my ghouls to the castle east
For our weekly night out and our people feast
Here comes Igor with Frankenstein
Hope they didn't bring Drac, he's no friend of mine
His jealousy is widely known
Doesn't dig my Mash, got a dance of his own
Alright, fellows, come on, let's split
Igor, don't leave those electrodes lit
Let's hurry on over to Dracula's pad
And see his new dance that's becoming a fad
Good evening, Count Dracula, sorry we're late
But Wolfman's tail got caught climbing your gate
We're all so excited since we heard your bash
Let's see this new dance that beats the Monster Mash
Alright, my children, go join in the fun
I think I'll have a drink with Drac and his son
I say there, boys, your drink's not like mine
Of course not, Boris, we don't drink wine
Enough of this drinking, let's see your new dance
Show me the steps, the motions and stance
First, you lock your wings close up tight
You flap them to the left, then you flap them to the right
Now hold on there, Bela, this dance isn't fair
Your dance move can only be done in midair
The average creature couldn't do it at all
We want no part of this bloodsucker's ball
Did you really believe by throwing this bash
Your dance would replace my Monster Mash?
Return to your graves, you devils with wings
This dance wouldn't make it with living things
You've got a lot of nerve
Oh well, I tried
Your gig will never be boss
We'll see, we'll see
Rots of ruck, fanghead
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Pickett, Fred Macrae
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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